Chapter 351: Fighter Jet

"Dr. James, I am not refusing to take you as a disciple because I am testing whether your resolve to apprentice is firm; it is because even if I were willing to teach you, it would be impossible for you to learn the method for refining new anti-cancer drugs," Meng Yifan refused again.

"Master, I understand. When masters in the East pass on knowledge, they always teach the basics first, then the profound knowledge, and finally, the secret arts are governed by the principle that if the disciple is taught everything, the master will starve—so generally, they aren't taught at all, and only when the master is about to pass away will the true secret arts be revealed."

"Oh, my God, this is truly a rule that shouldn't exist. However, Master, please rest assured, I am willing to start from the beginning and learn the basic knowledge first. Even if I die without ever learning the method to refine new anti-cancer drugs, I will have no regrets. In your Eastern words, this is called: 'If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die without regret in the evening,'" James said with a sincere face.

Meng Yifan looked at James, somewhat speechless. What is all this? You are a seventy or eighty-year-old foreigner; how do you know so much about Eastern customs and human sentiments? The problem is, even if I really taught you the refining method, you wouldn't have the Spirit Medicine to refine it anyway.

This was already the fifth time James had tried to apprentice, and he even went *thump* and knelt directly on the ground to kowtow. Meng Yifan was feeling quite impatient with him, yet he was also somewhat impressed by James's fanatical pursuit of medicine.

Perhaps it was precisely because James was so persistent that he was able to become a winner of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine and become one of the top medical experts on Earth.

Meng Yifan could see that a person like James would not stop until his goal was reached. Even if he refused him a few more times, he would still persistently come back to apprentice. Meng Yifan pondered for a moment and said, "Eastern medicine and Western medicine are two completely different medical systems. Since you want to learn my medical skills, you must start by learning the basics of Eastern medicine."

"Basic Theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon, Traditional Chinese Medicine Physiotherapy, Compendium of Materia Medica, and Divine Farmer's Classic of Materia Medica—these five books are all available online. You download them first and study them well. Once you have mastered the knowledge in them, come find me again, and I will pass on more profound medical knowledge to you."

These five medical treatises were all vast and profound; it would take a massive amount of time to master even one. Meng Yifan looked at James's white hair and estimated that even if this old foreigner died of old age, he might not necessarily master the knowledge in these five books.

"Master, is this a test for me? Please rest assured, Master, I will definitely master the knowledge in these five books as quickly as possible." James appeared full of confidence. Besides being a Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine winner, he was also an academic star at Oxford University and possessed the ability to never forget what he had seen. Learning, to him, was truly as simple as eating and drinking.

James, not knowing from which book he had seen the Eastern etiquette, kowtowed to Meng Yifan in a proper and respectful manner once more, then trotted off to collect those five medical treatises.

Meng Yifan shook his head and said, "You're seventy or eighty years old, slow down. With those old arms and legs, don't fall; it's easy to get a fracture."

"Thank you for your concern, Master. My body is in great shape; running a marathon would be no problem," James laughed.

James left, and Meng Yifan could finally have a moment of quiet. Dayiwan had already told him that two Mushroom Bombs and one Hydrogen Balloon had been secured and were currently on their way.

Meng Yifan was now pondering how to use these three great weapons of mass destruction once they arrived. Last time, when bombing Lang Batian, the Mushroom Bomb was buried in the ground, but the Valley where that Mushroom Bomb exploded was still there, continuously releasing nuclear radiation.

The Demon Race was numerous and their ability to gather intelligence was no worse than humans, so Ao Bi'an would certainly have noticed the Valley that had been blasted into a giant crater. Trying to use the same method to severely injure Ao Bi'an again was almost impossible.

Of course, Meng Yifan could also use a Space Ring to carry the Mushroom Bombs and the Hydrogen Balloon, and when fighting Ao Bi'an, suddenly take them out and detonate these weapons of mass destruction directly. But if he used them that way, Meng Yifan would certainly be within the blast radius, which wouldn't be killing the enemy, but suicide.

"The Tomahawk Missile flies too slowly; with the speed of a Level 5 Demon Beast, it can easily dodge. If there were some faster missile, perhaps I could hit Ao Bi'an."

Meng Yifan's eyes lit up. He checked his phone and quickly selected the R-37 from the Russians; this was a long-range air-to-air missile.

This missile adopted advanced radar and control systems, which could achieve long-range precision strikes. Due to its high-speed characteristics, the R-37 could catch up to all active fighter jets in a very short time and strike them.

The maximum speed of this missile could reach 7,200 kilometers per hour; converted, its top speed reached an astonishing two thousand meters per second.

One second to fly two thousand meters—this speed already exceeded the flight speed of a Fifth Grade powerhouse. By the time Ao Bi'an discovered the incoming missile, it would be too late to dodge, and it could only blast the missile out of the sky.

With the explosive power of a Hydrogen Balloon, even if it exploded several kilometers away from Ao Bi'an, the effective kill radius could still envelop Ao Bi'an.

Thinking of this, Meng Yifan found Dayiwan and got straight to the point: "Mr. Dayiwan, I want to purchase another MiG-31 Fighter Jet. Additionally, please help me install the two Mushroom Bombs and one Hydrogen Balloon onto R-37 Missiles. Tell me how much it costs, and I will pay extra."

Dayiwan smiled and said, "True Person Meng, these are small matters. If I can truly recover my health, the MiG-31 Fighter Jet and the R-37 Missiles can be considered small gifts for you."

Dayiwan was willing to gift Meng Yifan the MiG-31 Fighter Jet and the R-37 Missiles not only to thank Meng Yifan for saving his life but also because he wanted to maintain a good relationship with Meng Yifan.

From Xie'er'gai, Dayiwan already knew that Meng Yifan's strength had certainly reached the realm of Fifth Grade or above. This was the top tier of individual combat power on Earth; such powerhouses were few and far between across the entire planet.

On Earth, a powerhouse of Fifth Grade or above could deter a nation single-handedly, with a deterrent power even greater than that of a Mushroom Bomb.

Being able to maintain a good relationship with a powerhouse like Meng Yifan was something Dayiwan dreamed of; gifting a MiG-31 Fighter Jet and R-37 Missiles was just a small gesture.

Although Dayiwan appeared to have wealth rivaling a nation, he also had many enemies. If, at a critical moment, a Fifth Grade powerhouse like Meng Yifan could help him out, it could resolve a catastrophic disaster for Dayiwan.

Everything was settled, and Meng Yifan felt relieved. Dayiwan's speed was fast; by 4:30 in the afternoon, the Mushroom Bombs, the Hydrogen Balloon, the MiG-31 Fighter Jet, and the R-37 Missiles had all been transported to this manor.

When Meng Yifan was a mercenary in the past, he had flown helicopters, but he had never flown a MiG Fighter. However, this was not a big problem; he had the pilot explain it to him once, and then he started up the MiG-31 Fighter Jet.

Meng Yifan could fly on his own, and his defensive power was formidable; even if the MiG Fighter crashed, he would be fine. Therefore, ignoring the pilot's dissuasion, he sat directly in the pilot's seat.

The MiG Fighter took off, then climbed rapidly, circling continuously in the air, and even performed aerobatic maneuvers like barrel rolls, cobra maneuvers, and rolling maneuvers.

Just a moment ago, Meng Yifan was asking the pilot for flight tips for the MiG Fighter, and in the blink of an eye, not only did Meng Yifan get the MiG Fighter into the air, but he was also performing stunts.

This left the pilot from earlier dumbfounded. These high-difficulty flight maneuvers were things the pilot himself couldn't do; how could Meng Yifan perform them?

Could it be that Meng Yifan was an old hand at flying all along? But then why did he ask about the operating methods of the MiG Fighter? Was he playing with me?